Okay, so this is shorter than I wanted it to be, but I really wanted to actually put up a new chapter for this. Yes, I'll probably try and put up another chapter of Dancer before I update this again, but we'll see. I hope you guys like this, even though it's short- trying to push the plot forward a little. I'll do my best to update soon.

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“So, Kuwabara? Anything happen over the weekend?”

The redhead tried- and failed- to suppress a grin as he took the next bite of his lunch.

“Yeah. Told him yesterday morning, and we slept together last night.”

Yusuke’s eyebrows shot up, and Kuwabara blushed.

“Not like that, Urameshi! Just shared a bed is all!”

“Yours can fit two?”

“Slept on the floor.” Kuwabara looked mildly uncomfortable now.

“Hey, sorry, I’m just bein’ a jerk. So, what happened?”

“I brought it up at breakfast, telling him I knew he liked me. He asked if he could kiss me, and…” he trailed off, remembering. “it was nice.”

“…So,” Yusuke said after a few moments of silence, “was he a good kisser?”

Kuwabara shot him a glare. “Go kiss your own boyfriend.”

Yusuke rolled his eyes. “Give me a break, Kuwabara, it’s just a joke. You’re being way too oversensitive about this whole thing.”

“And I’m allowed to be. I got reasons, you know.”

“Yeah… but you still gotta relax.”

Kuwabara shrugged. “I guess so…”

“Mitarai’s a pretty mature guy. You don’t have to treat him like a kid. I mean, take care of him, definitely, but don’t worry too much about it.”

The redhead nodded, a thoughtful look on his face. “But… I don’t know what to do with him- what d’you an’ Koenma do, Urameshi?”

Yusuke had to fight back a blush and shook his head. “You have to think of that yourself. I can’t tell you everything, you know.”

“You were happy enough to help me before we got together, you know.”

“I know, just…” Yusuke sighed. “Fine. After you do something yourself.”

“Deal.”

...

The walk home from school was normal. Friendly conversation, occasionally holding hands for a few minutes… overall pleasant.

Once they entered Kuwabara’s house and dropped off their books, the older boy pulled Mitarai onto the couch and kissed him. It was rather unexpected, but they were in a relationship, so Kuwabara could do what he wanted…

When the redhead broke the kiss, Mitarai forced a smile. He did like Kuwabara, but he had been surprised a little at the forwardness. It had reminded him of Sensui… he shook that thought from his head quickly. They were not the same.

Kuwabara must have noticed his discomfort, and frowned, concerned. “You okay, Mitarai?”

“Yeah… just thinking. You surprised me.”

Kuwabara put a hand behind his head, embarrassed.

“Sorry about that. I… just kinda wanted to. Thought it was a good idea.”

Mitarai laughed, feeling a little more relaxed. So Kuwabara hadn’t wanted anything else other than that. That was a little reassuring.

...

They met up with Yusuke on the walk to school the next day as usual. The Spirit Detective left his apartment building, a stressed look on his face.

“Hey, Urameshi, what’s up?” Kuwabara asked, a more serious expression replacing his smile.

Yusuke shook his head. “More Spirit World crap. Koenma’s refusing to go back home, and now his dad’s trying to force him to come back…” he let out an exasperated sigh. “It’s just a real pain in the ass.”

Kuwabara nodded. “I hear ya… Is it okay for him to be at your place alone?”

Yusuke shrugged. “Dunno. Mom could care less, and he can handle himself if somebody comes over.”

“Why is he refusing to go home?” Mitarai asked, suddenly joining in the conversation. “Because of what happened in the cave?”

“Yeah, kinda. Y’know how his dad had ordered me killed? Well, first he was pissed off and didn’t wanna go home ‘cause of that, and now even though I’m not totally on the “kill-now” list, I think he’s holding a grudge or something. Don’t know what his dad wants with him, but we’re having a good enough time living here together.”

The rest of the walk was spent fairly quietly after that, each mulling over their own issues and opinions in current affairs.